Alphabet Snob

So we had parent-teacher conferences this week at the boys' preschool. We learned that both are smart, sweet, well behaved boys.

We also learned that Colt has a quirk. When it is "circle time" on the rug and all the children gather to listen to a story or play a game, Colt will only sit on the "C."

If another child is sitting on his "letter" he will stand in front of them until they move, or go get the teacher and ask her to move them.

Apparently, if nothing else, he is learning to protect his turf.

Backseat Theology

Overheard in the backseat:

Colt: "Is God real?"
Wyatt: "Yeah, God's real."

Colt: "Is Jesus real?"
Wyatt: "Yep, Jesus is real."

Colt: "Is Mary real?"
Wyatt: "She's real."

Colt: "Are the lambs real?"
Wyatt: "The lambs are real. But they were a really long time ago."

Colt: "But aren't there lambs now?"
Wyatt: "Yeah, there are lambs now. It's the Shepherds that are dead."

Humpty Dumpty

So Zane has about 15-20 words we can understand. He is quite the communicator. Our current favorite that he mispronounces..."empty."

When something is all gone he turns it upside down and announces, "Dumpty."

How to milk a bunny

So we have two kinds of milk at our house, "perry" milk which is the chocolate with "perry the platypus" on the container, and "bunny" milk which has the "nestle quick" bunny on the box.

Colt asks for "bunny" milk. Joe says, "how do you milk a bunny?"

Wyatt pipes up, "You grab his private parts and squeeze really hard."

Parents try really hard not to laugh.

"The Artist"

So Wyatt has learned how to apply temporary tattoos. "I watched you," he said, "and learned how to press really hard."

He has now turned both of his brothers into characters on the show "American Choppers."

Wood you?

So Joe and I tried to sneak a bit of crust into Colt.

We were down to the heel of the loaf of bread. We thought if we put enough butter on it he might not notice.

He took one bite, made a sour face and said, "I can't eat this, it has a board under it!"

Cheers!

So Wyatt had some dental work done last week and had to be sedated. He was also given a memory erasing drug.

Needless to say, he was feelin' good and not remembering a thing after the procedure. While in the waiting room he kept waving his hands, slurring his words and telling me about the carpet and light switches, "moooooviiiingggg."

When it was time to leave I hauled what appeared to be a 40 pound drunk over shoulder. As the nurse held the door open Wyatt yells to the waiting room, "There's a 5 year old....going home!"